FRAT LINE-KNJ✔️

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+Talking to the Moon+

THIRD

Namjoon's phone vibrates continuously on his desk as he writes. He ignores the noise, putting the device in his pocket as not to distract his classmates. It's been this way for three days straight.

The morning after he apologized to Malia, he woke up to multiple tags on Instagram and Twitter. He wasn't sure what it was about but as soon as he saw it, he no longer cared. He genuinely felt no way about it. He wasn't in the mood to deal with it and even if he was, there was nothing that he would say.

He did what he knew and felt was right. He doesn't care who saw or who overheard. He doesn't care about who knows. None of their opinions of him will trump hers. None of their thoughts about will matter more than hers.

The vibrating continues as he takes notes and he turns his phone off before putting it back into his pocket. When the bell signals the end of the block, he puts his stuff into his bag and zips it up.

As he walks out of class, the hall fills with students rushing to their final block of the day. Namjoon trudges through the hallway with his head looking at the tiled floor. Hakeem sees him from down the way and jogs to him.

Namjoon looks to his side to see who approached and nods in acknowledgement. Hakeem returns it but asks if he's doing okay.

All of his friends know that despite what the campus is saying about him, he's not an inherently bad guy. He's just a teenager. They don't entirely excuse him of his actions but they know that he's already beating himself up, they won't add to it. Not even Tyrell.

It's written all over his face, they can see how much he's loathing himself.

"I'm fine." He lies through his teeth and Hakeem doesn't believe him. He won't force him to talk, he'll come around when he's ready.

"If you need to talk, you know you can call me or one of the guys, right?"

Namjoon clenches his jaw as his nasal passages begin to burn. He nods, not trusting his voice at the moment. Hakeem hugs him before he goes to class.

"You know we love you man. Just get through this last class. We can meet up with the guys later."

The younger man nods and goes into his final block. All eyes are on him, annoyingly so.

"Aye D-1? How's it feel to cry over some pussy?"

He sits at his desk and pulls his notebook out. He shrugs his shoulders.

"I wouldn't know. I've never done it. If you'd like to rephrase, maybe I'll be able to answer." He turns his head to look at the guy. It's the one from that party that he dragged Malia out of.

"And if you ever refer to her like that again, I'll knock you the fuck out." Namjoon stares Gianni down until he looks away. He looks to the front of the class as the bell goes off.

Class begins and nobody else says a thing to him or about the situation. When it's over, he shoulder bumps Gianni as he leaves, silently daring him to do something about it.

He walks through campus flanked by his friends who have all had their fair shares of putting people in check today. They understand that their friend owed her an apology. But the harassment for showing emotion? Uncalled for.

Chloe knew very well what she was doing when she DMed the Twitter gossip page about what transpired. She also knew what reaction would be had as well.

Namjoon gets into the suite with the guys and takes a long shower. When he gets out, he puts some sweats and a t shirt on. He turns his phone back on but silences the notifications.